Miss Havergal was only forty-two at the time of her death, on June 3, 1879. When her attending physician told her that her condition was serious, she replied, "If I am really going, it is too good to be true!" At the bottom of her bed she had her favorite text placed where she could see it: "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin." She also asked that these words be inscribed upon her coffin and on her tombstone. Once she exclaimed: "Splendid! To be so near the gates of heaven!" And again, "So beautiful to go! So beautiful to go!" She died while singing: Jesus, I will trust Thee, Trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou hast made me whole: There is none in heaven Or on earth like Thee; Thou hast died for sinners, Therefore, Lord, for me! Some of the more popular hymns by Miss Havergal, aside from those already mentioned, are: "O Saviour, precious Saviour," "I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus," "Thou art coming, O my Saviour," "Lord, speak to me, that I may speak," and "Singing for Jesus, our Saviour and King." While she was writing the hymns that were destined to make her famous, another remarkable young woman, "Fanny" Crosby, America's blind hymn-writer, was also achieving renown by her hymns and songs. Miss Havergal and Miss Crosby never met, but each was an ardent admirer of the other, and on one occasion the English poet sent a very touching greeting to the American hymn-writer. It read: Dear blind sister over the sea, An English heart goes forth to thee. We are linked by a cable of faith and song, Flashing bright sympathy swift along: One in the East and one in the West Singing for Him whom our souls love best; "Singing for Jesus," telling His love All the way to our home above, Where the severing sea, with its restless tide, Never shall hinder and never divide. Sister! What shall our meeting be, When our hearts shall sing, and our eyes shall see! The Emblem That Survives In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds new luster to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. John Bowring, 1825. A UNITARIAN WHO GLORIED IN THE CROSS